The Jungle of Doom

The jungle of doom Lies mysteries beyond the grave You hear the calling of desperate pleas thou the wind blows pain of hope you know there is No escape All else is lost in the mist He stalks you with cunning warp You feel his wrath afflict you As the violent trees attack You know nothing but fear rapid forces of evil violate you The grass smothers you with shame you can see there is No comfort Nothing but the cadence of darkness The future is gone Nevertheless the clouds of fury taking over